THEA
Finn has gone to school.
I dropped him straight from home.
Home.
Not a possibly sterile visit with court-monitored drop-offs and anxious check-ins. Not a headache from the possibility of a string of hours measured and dissected by Sebastian, not some awkward tug-of-war between two people who once promised forever and failed spectacularly.
He’s mine again. Fully, completely, no ifs.
The weight of it crashes into me all over again.
I bite down on a sob.
Jesus, Thea.
It still feels surreal but I should hold it together right?
But how do you hold together something that’s been cracked down the middle for so long? How do you keep your voice steady when the ache in your chest feels like it’s unraveling you from the inside?
It wasn’t just a custody battle. It was a war I fought w
